The Billionaires Love CurvesBy: Cj Howard
They had flown for about forty minutes and began to come in to land. They stopped at a private air strip and Nate smiled at her and took off his head set, she did the same and he guided her out onto the soft tarmac of the small airfield. When they were free of the helicopter engine noise, Nate said into her ear, “Welcome to East Hampton.”
There was a car waiting for them, a chauffeur held the door open for Lacey as Nate waited on the other side for his door to be opened too.
“Why are we having a meeting in the Hamptons?” she asked, straining her neck to take in the scenery as they drove away.
“We’re not. Well, not a business meeting. I'm killing two birds with one stone. I wanted to take you out for lunch, and I also need to approve some work on my house. When the weather improves, I thought we could spend a weekend here. What do you think?”
“I'd love that,' she smiled and sat back and enjoyed the ride.
The chauffeur stopped at a restaurant by the harbor.
“I hope you like seafood,” he said as they approached the one-story building that was slightly laid back from the main harbor. It had large windows at the front and seemed to be deserted, apart from the waiters that buzzed around them and who appeared to know Nate Horwood very well.
'This is my favorite place to eat,” he said. “It's the reason I decided to buy a house here in the first place.”
“It's a lovely place. How often do you come out here?” she asked as the waiter held out a high backed chair for her and handed her a menu when she was seated.
“Not as often as I'd like, which is a shame. I feel I can breathe here. But I can never stay too long – always have to get back to work.”
“Don’t you ever want to just slow down?” She leaned forward on her elbows. “Maybe settle down and take it easy? Let's face it, it's not like you need the money and the business practically runs itself.”
“True, but I like to keep on top of things, make sure I hold on to the empire I built. And, well I'm a bit restless, you know that. I can't stay in one place too long, I have to keep moving.”
Lacey looked out to sea. They had a table indoors because it was too windy to sit outside. Lacey took in the breathtaking seascape from the warmth of restaurant. She watched as sea birds dipped and swooped in the sky. The sea was rough but she spotted a small sailing boat far off into the distance.
“That's something else we'll do one day,” he said.
“What's that?” she replied absently.
“Go sailing on my boat.”
Lacey was quiet for most of the meal. She thought about this wonderful life Nate was showing her and back at work she couldn't talk about it to anyone. She thought about Nate's words earlier, saying he was restless and wanted to keep moving. One day he might want to move away from her and the thought made her sad.
She knew only too well that she had to keep control of her feelings if she was going to keep Nate.
She was still very quiet when they arrived at Nate's East Hampton home.
“What do you think?” he said, as they pulled up to a beautiful, six bedroom house, painted white and surrounded by a huge expanse of land and what looked to Lacey like a small but dense forest behind it.
“This place is just something else, Nate,” she said. “I swear if I owned this place I'd never leave here.”
She mounted the concrete stairs, the double doors were unlocked and she could hear movement in the house. A woman came through and greeted them both, asking to take Lacey’s coat.
“Make yourself at home, Lacey,” Nate said. “I need to talk to the builders.”
The living room she found herself in had wooden floors, just like the vast entrance hall. By the window was a baby grand piano. The room was fitted with sparse but tasteful furniture. It looked more like a photograph in a magazine than a home.
On top of the piano, Lacey found a photograph of Nate with his arm around a sexy blond. She was smiling up at him and he looked into the camera. It must have been taken several years ago, Lacey thought. She saw how happy and relaxed Nate looked with the blond girl. Straight away it came to Lacey that, because of their situation, she might never get an opportunity to pose in a picture with Nate like this one. Not as long as it remained secret.
“A very old girlfriend,” Nate said as he came back into the room. “She bought the piano for me. I don't play, before you ask. But I always wanted to, now I don't have the time.”
Lacey did not answer but put the photo back in its place.
“Everything all right, Lacey? This picture was taken years ago, I don't know why I even keep it now.” He glanced at it quickly and then looked back at Lacey.